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I’m walkin’, right, thinkin’ bout Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll want to die,” and I’m like—damn, that’s me missin’ my old couch right now. But I’m pissed, too—why’s this gotta be so sketchy? Dudes lurkin’, tryna rip you off, actin’ all tough. Makes me wanna yell, “Chill, fam, I’m just tryna live!” Then—boom—there she is, sassy as hell, struttin’ like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that Brooklyn grit,” and I’m half smilin’, half shook. Numbers in my head screamin’—60% chance she’s cool, 40% I’m screwed.

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It wasn’t all sunshine; some days, the cranky old timer at the corner store makes me want to drop my voice. But hey, such flavors make Morton, us, what it is—a mix of mad, tender, and wild vibes all in one. And me, being in the mssage parlor biz, I get to watch all these odd moments. Every touch, every sigh, they’re confessions of the soul. It's intimate, kinda raw, and reminds me that each person's story is like a mini-movie.

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